A Star Wars Rp.

[Cataclysm]

Nala was a young twi'lek. She was almost sixteen, and was out having fun in the thick jungle of her home planet, Rishi. It was mostly jungle, and her family had come here before she was born to hide from a small but powerful uprising of Sith. Their numbers had been growing, and rumors said that they were slowly killing off colonies on Ryloth, recruiting more soldiers, and murdering people who dissented.

Nala's parents fled to Rishi, with a few other families. They settled down in a village, with other races, and now it was a prosperous town on the face of the largely unexplored world. Nala liked to pretend she was doing her part to explore it out in the woods. She was a dark skinned twi'lek, her skin was a deep purple color, almost black.

The girl was now sprinting through the dense jungle. She had been in a clearing when she saw ships flying low towards her town. She was dressed in brown dress that fit her figure. She was panting from exertion. She hadn't stopped sprinting yet, but she had to see the town. She was praying that those ships weren't Sith.

 

[Methos]

The silvery ships were indeed those of the Sith. The soldiers wore the same silvery metallic armour and black and red garb as they came streaming out of the ships. Guns were pointed and the people hauled for the from their homes at gun point. Young men were soon recruited as they stood in awe of the soldiers with their armor and guns. Yet the most terrifying figure amongst it all was the black robed man who stalked amongst the soldiers.

He was clad head to toe in black with the long hooded robed of the Sith fitting over both shirt and pants of the same midnight hue. His boots gleamed from polished black leather as well. His hand strayed across the hilt of the lightsaber at his belt. His features were shrouded in what seemed to be abnormal shadows. However, blue eyes seemed to gleam menacingly forth from that very darkness. If one was close enough to pear within, his features were pale, although some might say handsome in their bearing. Dirty blonde locks of hair were closely cropped. While the figure of the Sith lord was tall, and rather athletic in its build.

The Sith’s very presence seemed to send a shudder through the people whom were present. His shadowy and malevolent figure seeming to evoke terror as to what he might do. Although for the moment he said nothing more than “You all belong to me now.” His tone even and chilling in its pronunciation. There was to be no disagreement with him. He simply said it was so - thus it was to be so.

Although something seemed to catch his attention as his head turned towards the edge of town. His eyes seemed to bore through everything that lay between him and the twi’lik girl. He turned to a number of soldiers beside him and stated “There is a girl running towards the edge of town. You will bring her to me. Then find her family and shoot them.” His instructions were rather straight forward so the soldiers set off at a job in the direction of Nala.

 

[Cataclysm]

Nala could see the Sith from the edge of town. She began to quiver. Nothing good ever came from the Sith. She bit her lip and walked slowly out of the treeline. She felt something inside of her. It felt like someone was watching her, and she had to sit down to keep from panicking. Whatever it was, it made her stomach do flips, and her mind hurt. She heard footsteps and she darted out of sight. Three Sith soldiers, all toting blasters. The young girl got the feeling they were looking for her, and she stayed well out of their sight.

One of them shouted. "Come on out, little girl! We have your parents!" He shouted. Nala gasped, clamping a hand over her mouth. "Come out or we kill them!" He threatened, knowing that she would fall for it. Sure enough, a whimpering, terrified twi'lek appeared from the shadows of an alley. She refused to look at the three of them. They grabbed her around her shoulders and dragged her off to be presented to their lord.

When they got there, the two men holding her pulled her arms out behind her and pushed her to a kneel. They tugged on her head-tails to make her look up, causing a cry of pain. Clearly they were sensitive. What happened next made Nala scream. Her parents were dragged out before her and shot. The girl screeched and struggled, fighting until the soldiers grasped her tails again, gripping them firmly and squeezing until she shrieked and stopped moving.

((Going to bed. Night!))

 

[Methos]

Nothing good ever did come from the Sith. Unless you defined good as included a most excellent path of destruction and cruelty. In that case they certainly were good for something in the same sense a disease was good for killing people. The Sith simply stalked through the settlement and remarked “Too few inhabitants on this planet to bother ruling over them.” He concluded and stopped the soldier he’d designated to command the others and rather idly noted “Get the recruits on the first shuttle back to the ship. Then load the rest onto the others and we’ll sell them to the slavers when we reach port. Don’t let the recruits see what’s happened. They aren’t ready for the truth yet.”

The old ’come out or we kill your family’ trick worked like a charm. It had a strange way of compelling people to surrender themselves or at the very least stand there gawking while they were snuck up on. Thus the girl was soon dragged before the Sith and the sound of blasters could be heard as her family was put to death. The Sith turned to the soldiers and simply stated “The girl is mine.” Why the Sith wanted a twi’lek girl was beyond the knowing of the soldiers who accompanied him. But the blue creatures were one of the most common races kept as slaves in the galaxy so few really questioned it.

The Sith towered over the girl and grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. He gazed down at her and scrutinized her. Rather darkly he remarked “I could send you to join your family.” His hand flashed and a light saber was in it and hissed a golden blade extended from its hilt and hissed in front of her. He smirked as he brought that humming blade towards her letting it flicker close to those sensitive head tails. “And I will kill you now unless you pledge your life into my service girl.”

 

[Cataclysm]

The young girl was held tightly, until a dark, foreboding figure approached her. The soldiers released her, and she fell to her hands and knees. She looked up at him, her cute eyes stained with tears. But he could see in her eyes, the wrath and fury she had trapped inside. The girl could be trained to be a powerful agent of destruction, so long as she was carefully shepherded away from the good, and given the lessons of the Dark side.

The Sith approached her, putting his fingers beneath her chin and speaking to her. She could feel a throbbing in her heart. A terrible fear of the man, that only grew stronger when he brandished his lightsaber. He held it dangerously close to her tails, and she whimpered, feeling the terrible heat radiating from the blade. She had precious little time to decide. She looked to the mangled bodies of her parents, and she trembled. Maybe, one day, she could kill him. Nala looked up at the Sith, fire burning in her eyes.

"Yes... I pledge my life to you, murderer." She said, her eyes narrowed. Even with a lightsaber so close to her, she was still a bit defiant. Perhaps over time she would grow to hate him a bit less, and be more obedient, but the fire in her thoughts prevented her from thinking like that, for now.